"As long as you let me check, I will believe that you are innocent, I will believe in your purity, and that you have done nothing wrong. Otherwise, it would mean you have a guilty conscience!"
In the fierce struggle between the two, it was Wang Xiaoyu who eventually gained the upper hand. Wang Jie ended up with his arm dislocated, lying helplessly on the sofa with a bitter face, quietly waiting for death to come.
What could he do? He was in a difficult position.
Compared to Wang Xiaoyu, he wasn't even in the same league, and he wondered what kind of elixir this young girl had taken to develop such skills.
However, just when Wang Jie's heart was racing and he was feeling panicked, the expression on Wang Xiaoyu's face turned to doubt. Because after her careful examination and inspection, she didn't find any special symptoms or phenomena.